#haunted hawks

[hawks-flat-ass]

@autumnmobile12 sent me this amazing fanart piece for Vieras and I am just floored. 😭 It's so beautiful!! I'll be embedding this into AO3 shortly. But, as a little treat, the scene below: ⛔ CW: MCD, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Eating Disorders, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Pharmaceuticals, Medication Misuse, J-Horror, Hurt No Comfort

haunted!Hawks A ritual of denial, grief, and control—he won’t look up, even as the air turns to ash. A Vieras snippet. (152 words) (read the full fic here)

Kesäyönä kuutamolla / Katselin minä kotia Puiden rungot maan pajana / Oksat tiellä ohdakkeina

On a summer night, in moonlight / I was looking at my home Tree trunks all over the ground / Their branches like thistles 📻 ~ Jonne Järvelä, Vieras

The room suddenly felt colder as a sinking feeling began to twist uncomfortably in his gut. Reaching forward, he placed another stick of incense on the offering altar and lit it; his shaking hands were the only thing that betrayed his outward calm. He watched that burnt feather with rapt attention as the light, white smoke began to thicken in the air. 

The intensity of the spices—clove in particular—was almost enough to make him crinkle his nose. It wasn’t incense anymore. The smell became something scorched. Sulfuric. Something burned… Someone.

But he refused to leave his spot until he was certain. After several long beats, the feather did not move. He wouldn’t acknowledge that voice.

Instead, he just bowed his head and continued his mantra. “Good.” “Peace.” “Mercy.” “Necessary.”

He heard the incense snap and continued his mantra with growing urgency. Never once flinching. Never looking up. Just the mantra in silence.